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When Bludhaven got visits from vigilantes of the non Nightwing variety, it was usually someone looking for Dick. It sounded a little egotistical when he said it aloud, but he was pretty sure it was true. Red Hood would show up to cause trouble and get Dick’s attention, Batman would brood on a rooftop until Nightwing joined him, Red Robin would hop around fire escapes until he stumbled across whatever trouble had Dick tied up for the night. Sometimes, people outside the family made appearances. Superman, Zatanna, even Captain America a time or two (not that Dick was bragging or anything.)
Superboy was a rarer sight. This Superboy especially.
Dick found him on a rooftop, legs hanging over the edge, and plopped down beside him with his hands folded across his chest. “Not really your neck of the woods,” he pointed out, kicking his feet as they hung below him. “Not that I mind, but... Bludhaven’s not really a tourist kind of place. You get lost somewhere? Or...” He trailed off, thinking of Kon’s behavior lately, of Kara’s concern. His heart clenched in his chest, just a little. “Did something happen?”
